Evil Prince, Don't Provoke Me

He was originally a traitor to the country, and should have died in front of the Darkya Realm. He lost his memory and became a substitute wife, marrying him. On the night of their wedding, the man bent over to pinch her chin, his ruthless gaze containing a few hints of ridicule and coldness. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Isn't that what you want? A woman who wants to capture him! " With a candle in his bridal room, he tore apart the beautiful red bridal dress she was wearing and stomped on the ground together with her dignity. Her unintentional survival had caused her to become embroiled in a bloody crisis, making her a debt of hatred. In order to let everyone around her live on in peace, she was willing to let him have their way, but her heart slowly sank! It was only when he personally poured that bowl of bitter abortion medicine into her mouth that she fell into despair. When the truth was revealed, she knelt in front of him, tears streaming down her face. Her frail eyes were filled with the bitterness of many years. "Let me go..." A piece of paper, cut off her love, but hooked up with his